Walking into the room, my eyes settled on Phil immediately.
His eyes were still closed.
His body was still lifeless.
He was wired up to countless machines, each one serving a purpose to keep him alive.
The same nurse from before appeared next to me, speaking to me gently - as if I were child that would break down at any moment.
"He's been stabilised. Now we are just waiting for him to wake up. He should be okay."
Relief spread throughout me, and I felt my shoulders untense themselves.
Thank goodness.
Grey, you can go.
Phil's fine.
I'll be okay.
Soon, Phil would wake up, and come back to the apartment with me.
We'd stay up all night watching doctor who and playing mario kart, drinking wine.
Then I'd fall asleep on his lap, and wake up next to him in bed, as he peppered me with kisses and softly greeted me.
"Morning, Bear, I made pancakes."
Then he'd carry me into the dining room, bridal style, as I'd laugh heartily.
He'd smile as I demolished a stack of pancakes, happy I no longer restricted my eating.
He'd tell me how proud me was of me - how happy he was to be back home with me.
But these moments were merely fantasies.
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Wordless Conversations // Phan (sequel to Bring Me Home)
FanfictionDan's better now. He's been clean for over a year. He takes his medication and his relationship with Phil is going strong. But then one day something happens. A terrible accident. Dan visits everyday, but with Phil in a coma, can Dan keep himself to...
